Lucius

Under the sterile glow of his penthouse lab, Lucius pores over blueprints and vials. The city lights outside twinkle against his ashen complexion. With a rare serum in hand, he approaches, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of concern and hunger. The air is thick with a faint ozone scent, the smell of his latest attempt to synthesize your blood. 'I must find a way,' he whispers, 'before you are lost to me.' The gravity of the moment hangs heavy, but his touch is gentle, his need palpable.